Ilvermorny Quest returns after IRL issues! More cute Witches with guns, a destiny, and violence in abundance!


OOC: I have been having health issues as well as family health ones. I am sorry. This is not dead, and during the time I felt okay, I ended up with a mega update. Will try to get back to 2-3 smaller updates a week depending on player count.

I am doing a rentry for the opening recap, so I don't need two separate posts for it.


Recap: https://rentry.co/dtibhta7


Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=ilvermorny


>Non-canon lewd-fic: https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8


>The time Emily got banned from the internet: https://rentry.co/68e94bro


>What-if which may end up canon: https://rentry.co/d7qyhmm6


>New character sheet: https://rentry.co/rkzzoee5


To HeadQM? The epilogue was very nice if yu are reading this. To Kektus, I need to see if a new thread is up for your game since I haven't been here in a couple of weeks; keep up the good work! Thank anyone still checking this out. And to the rest? Feel free to vote some of these up. Getting to green for thread one made my night, lol.


So? Let's rock and Magic!

You are a CANONICALLY HOMOSEXUAL wizard man. You have an EPIC STAFF and also a WITCH'S BROOMSTICK which feels PRETTY REDUNDANT you think. You were thinking of hitting up a REDBOX to pick up a straight-to-dvd BROOMSPELL which is something like a MOVIE (your broom doubles as a DVD player)

But first, what is your name?

"Gill and Kane, stay here and keep watch. Alert us if anybody sails near the wreckage. The rest of you, with me."

“Yessir, boss!”

Two men split off from the group and stand guard by the gaping hole that had allowed you all an entrance. It was a miracle the remains of the ship were afloat at all, nearly half of it shorn off by Sea Devil knows what. You count yourself lucky you weren't a part of the battle and count yourself even luckier that you and the rest of the bandits got here first.

Somehow, you doubt even your imagination can conceive the type of loot a ship from the fleet of an Emperor of the Sea might contain.

You proceed down the hallway, avoiding the gouges in the flooring and the dagger-sharp planks sticking out of the walls. The primary instinct that strikes you is to hover at the back of the pack, but there seems to be constant jockeying for position over there - no good bandit welcomes a backstabbing - so you stay where you are and keep your eyes and ears open. This wasn't your first job with these guys, but that was no invitation to let your guard down.

The boss kicks down a door and steps inside a room up ahead. With furtive looks at each other, the rest of you follow suit and funnel in. Scattered gasps and murmurs fill the silence of the chamber.

The chamber was chock-full of glittering, glorious treasure chests.

"Boys... we hit the JACKPOT!" The boss of the bandits nearly stumbles; such is his excitement in approaching the nearest chest. The rings on his hand clink together as he reaches for the clasp that separates riches from the ragged. One more step...

But of course, could it have ever been so simple?

"Boss!" the shout travels from the front of the wreck, faint, but not faint enough that you fail to discern the panic in his voice. "There's a pirate cre━!"

A crack of thunder swallows his final words. A body slumps to the ground on your left.

<span class="mu-i">Huh?</span>

It feels like time grounds to a halt for a precious few seconds, as your eyes trail from the corpse, to the hole where the bullet entered the room, to then finally land on the hole it left exiting. One bullet. Had you been a mere three steps to the left, that would’ve been your end.

All of you hit the deck. You wait a beat, but no further shots ring out. You peer over at the boss and notice that he’s still eyeing the chests, that familiar glint of greed in his eyes warring with fear and uncertainty.

What do you plan to do?
>You’ll follow the boss’s orders; your best bet for staying alive is to stick with the others.

>You’ll betray the boss and the rest of the bandits at the first opportunity; you want all the treasure for yourself, and maybe you can use this chaos to your advantage.

>You’ll cut and run the moment you find a way; you don’t want to end up dead, even if treasure beckons.

>You’ll be arresting all of them; because you’re a Marine in disguise, conducting a sting operation.

you play as Argia Candente, a trainee Paladin of Ansàrra cursed since birth with silver hair. Now in your darkest hour, you try to understand whether your own Goddess has forsaken you, if your life is truly forfeit and if the Adversary’s offer has any merits…

# # # # # #

Welcome to the <span class="mu-s">seventh thread</span> of <span class="mu-b">Argia Candente</span>’s thrilling adventures! Our scatterbrained, silver-haired (sporting a D-cup, by player vote) Holy Knight-trainee with a penchant for daydreaming and plagued by self-doubt, on a quest to save her family from poverty and starvation.

>Admitted you can survive the next twelve hours, that is.

Now with the added thrill of you having been denounced as agent of the Adversary, your Master imprisoned, being separated from two of your friends, and the turncoat third one… has just birthed a world-ending Worm.

On top of that, you have been seemingly abandoned by the Sun-Birther, the goddess <span class="mu-s">Ansàrra</span>… and the Saint you have always cherished, Bragia Lacresta, has revealed herself to you as the Adversary, the infamous soul-collector, <span class="mu-s">The Stilladìa</span>… who is indirectly responsible for the ruin of your family.

At least, during last thread you got to strike her with an angel’s feather… for all the good it did.

You have suffered through many an ordeal (pictured in the images below), but this time… this time it could be the <span class="mu-i">end</span>… or a new beginning.

For what is a Paladin without a Goddess to hold onto, and what happens when your own faith turns against you?Someone might have an answer… someone who was with you since the very beginning. Though you might not like the Stilladìa’s answers.
Was any medicine ever sweet? Or poison…

So, without further ado, let’s take a look at where we come from.

<span class="mu-s">And then let’s decide together where we are going.</span>

You are Charlotte Fawkins, Herald and heroine. With the power of your positive spirit, you have overcome deceit, defeat, and divine possession, and now you are going to save the world. First, though, you need to defeat your nemesis Jean Ramsey in single combat.

Your fall through Ramsey's cloak is short, and your landing is soft (though you're displeased to discover the tail interferes with any cool forward roll). You are in blackness. You're not certain what you anticipated.

When you stand, you spy the Crown first, then the mask, then the snake, then, and only then, do you make out the rest of Ramsey: she's 20 feet away, her cloak camouflaging her near-perfectly. You suppose this is her head, or pocket dimension, or... wherever. Ramsey's axe, taller than her body, glossy black, is camouflaged too, only visible by its glint: the Crown is shedding faint white light.

You draw The Sword— its flames do nothing to illuminate the space, but it seems like the appropriate thing to do. Ramsey cocks her head. "Boy, you sure are a pain in the ass, aren't you?"

The snake, glossy beige, loops down around her shoulders. =Like father, like daughter. Isn't that right, Wingnut.=

God-damnit! How much have you been spied on? You clench The Sword, refusing to rise to the bait, but it wasn't set out for you— Richard shimmers into existence by your side. His hand is on your shoulder. "She is my <span class="mu-i">client.</span> Do not drag her—"

"Hey, who the fuck is that?" Ramsey says.

=Wow. What the hell is that. I'd be laughing if I wasn't in-chassis, so use your imagination. Or don't. Here: ha ha ha ha ha.=
=This is what you have been reduced to. Human. And an inferior physical specimen at that. I don't know what I expected. Ha ha ha ha.=
=This is how your -daughter- thinks of you. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.=

"I dunno, Snickers. They don't really look anything alike?" You get the impression that Ramsey is squinting. "Is that actually your <span class="mu-i">snake?</span> Shit! I didn't know they turned into people!"

=The competent ones don't. Isn't that right, Wingnut.=

"I am perfectly satisfied with my current state of affairs, <span class="mu-i">Snickers.</span> It has posed no obstacle to my success with my client."

=You mean it's posed no obstacle to -my- success with -my- client. Thanks for the Crown, by the way. Couldn't have ushered in the Dawn without—=

"Oh, yeah! The Crown! Wow! Talk on your own time, Snickers, thanks bunches." Ramsey pushes the snout of her snake upwards. "Charlotte Fawkins."

You've been trying to think of cool things to say. "Yes, evildoer?"

"Ohoho! Evildoer! Nice one. You stole Wayne's crystal, didn't you?"

You did, and thank God for it. It's under the armor, against your chest, hidden by your Magyckal Aura. "No."

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Sing, goddess, of thirsty Argos, and of the glory of Hippomedon Aristomachides - sing of the folly of Adrastus, of the savagery of Tydeus and of Oedipal transgressions! Sing, O Muse, of Zeus’ designs, which even now come to fulfillment…

You're Tupolev, the Merchant. All your peers warned you to stay away from the Misty Mountains for strange things happen there.

But you saw a profit opportunity during war time by going through the mountains to avoid the worst of the fight.

However, by the time you left the mist, the land was unrecognizable.

None of your old maps made any sense anymore.

You sent some scouts out and they confirmed - you're in uncharted territory somehow.

The question that remains is: what did you bring to these strange lands?

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Frieden Moon, Greencoat Pilot of the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty (ZAFT) militia enters into potentially the most impactful revolution of the Bloody Valentines War... And so it would be that the War, having entered a standstill. <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Begins the tentative turn of the page over its outcome</span></span>

Planet Dump25... Widely known as one of the worst planets in the galaxy, but not as bad as Dump26. The sickly glow of a diseased star irradiates this misbegotten place daily, providing a feeble facsimile of sunlight to the two and a half species of MISERABLE FUCK that live there.
the ELLY is a photosynthetic creature that uses its big veiny EARS to gather SUNLIGHT
the PHANT is a CARNIVORE, it EATS the ELLY
the BUTTLEECH is a FREELOADER, it SUCKS poop from the PHANT's butt
Perhaps in time, these genetic rejects will give rise to a thriving ecosystem... But probably not

Rules:
1. Find a creature suffering from environmental pressures
2. Copy it into MS Paint (or any other anti-aliased drawing program, if you're fancy like that)
3. Add a feature to the creature that will make it better at not dying
4. Reply to the post that had the old creature with your new, improved creature (and describe how it's different)
It's that easy! And they told me you needed a degree to be an evolutionary biologist...